Broadway Is My Beat: The Mary Trevor Murder Case 10/25/1952

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In this 1952 episode of 'Broadway Is My Beat,' Detective Danny Clover investigates the stabbing of Mary Trevor on a Times Square subway platform. As he uncovers her final days, he traces connections to her wealthy friend

Key takeaways

• Mary Trevor was an undocumented immigrant who used her birth certificate as a bookmark in 'The Cane Mutiny' to re-enter the U.S.

Transcript preview

Welcome to Choice Classic Radio, where we bring to the greatest old-time radio shows. Like us on Facebook, subscribe to us on YouTube, and thank you for donating at Choice Classic Radio.com. The lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway is my beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. The wind of October. The wind of October begins its departure from Broadway, scatters the brown leaves of regret before it. And the mob turns up its coat collar, drifts the autumn street and looks for a friend, looks, sees only the two-hour dream promised by the theater marquee, sees warm from the other side of the plate glass windows, and sees this, the girl with the soft fur held close to her throat, covering her face right up to her eyes. And where she was, is chillness. That was October, image and farewell. Get moving, kid. And an evening above it in the place of no seasons hospital corridor where I was and Detective Muggerman What about it Danny she gonna live? Dr. Sinsky doesn't know at least he says he doesn't know He knows the girl stabbed like that she hasn't got a chance It mind if we sit down here in this bench and smoke? Just ran it down for me mugging There a subway guard time square said it was 10 o'clock give or take a couple of seconds that he heard his screen local train it stop people and off rush you know so a girl screamed you think the people stopped rushing to see what was the matter no they kept right on my mother just tell me the guard battle his way through to where the girl screamed she had a knife in her yeah couldn't tell if she'd been on the train was getting off or what called emergency ambulance got her here about half an hour ago no witnesses no the usual crop each was the story of the way they figured it happened nothing identification lots of that wallet usual stuff oh here wrote it down for. Mary Trevor 1212 West 37. What else? She was carrying an overnight bag Danny been away or was going away for a day to nightgown under things slippers you know the stuff a novel to read a couple of women's magazines. She had a nice vacation huh? Who is it? Police. What you want? Information talk about Mary Trevor. a warm bath reading the paper and listen to the radio. Tough day to day, the warm tub relaxes me music likewise. I see. Yeah sure you see. So okay so now you killed it for me what's with Mary? She's in police emergency hospital she's dying. Mary got hurt hit by a car what? Someone tried to kill her. Mary? She's on a subway platform at Times Square someone stabbed her, ran. We found this address on her. You found this address on her because this is where she lives sometimes. This is her home sometimes. The time she remembers I'm a father. There are the times when she yawns, asked me how things are going where I work, goes to sleep in a room. I could count the times in the fingers of my hands. Tell me about her, Mr. Trevor. What do I know about her? This is her private hotel, these three rooms. I'm not her father, I'm a desk clerk, a bell boy. I take messages for her. Send out a clean and press and wrestle up night snacks for her. No. She leaves tips for me on my dresser when she goes out. Yeah, five, a ten spot. You know something else? I take it. I use it for get loaded money, forget money. Did I get more father's days than any father in the world? Someone tried to kill her, Mr. Trevor. Don't ask me too much about Mary. I don't know about her life, so I wouldn't know about her diet. girlfriends. Doesn't get through to you, huh? Unbelievable, huh? I'll lay it out for you. This girl stopped being my child maybe five years ago. After that we couldn't find anything in common. We get lost in different worlds. She had a bag with her when we found her traveling back. She ran in here a couple of nights ago, said she was in a big hurry, threw her things in a bag told me she was going out of town not to wait up. Don't question me where, Mr. Because I knew better than to ask. You said. You said, she left. She left. She was. She was fives and tens. She must have a good job. You could call it a job if you want. Tell me about it. Mary's got a rich friend, rich girl. My Mary does things for her like sponged, I think the word is, that's a word sponge. You know who she is? Where she lives. Joan Hunt, Park Avenue. I checked one started in the phone book. Mary wasn't lying. There was such a girlfriend. Now, you do something for me, Mr. The address, where my address, I'm... kids dying I want to go to it. Maybe now I can get through to it. So leave there out into the street. And the street was filled at the near midnight silences and pockets of yellow of the street lamps. Night Street, a zone of almost black and a few swift-beving figures. And a sudden dart of car, and the faraway lights where other people's laughter is. So go to the apartment now, to the few intimate things among the floor. furnish that come of the ranch. And this is home and sleep. The morning comes suddenly. It screams at you, open your eyes and it blinds you. Morning happens every day. And some morning years from now you'll be used to. Up now, the shave, the shower, the coffee, the street, work to do. Call headquarters and give Detective Muggerman my route for the day. First stop, Park Avenue. Park Avenue